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29.Sep.18, 06:10 AM
Too late, Edath replied drily to Halomirth as he continued to watch his rider dive under the water and surface again empty-handed. R’dal kept mumbling he was getting closer and Edath wondered when the boy would give up, although he knew it likely wouldn’t happen until he was too tired to see straight. He had set his mind on the task and nothing was going to persuade him otherwise. He didn’t want to upset anyone else from what Edath could gather through their bond.
R’dal surfaced with a gasp and a smile. “Got one!” He hefted the prized rod out of the water and dropped it into the boat before grabbing onto the edge for a moment of rest and to scan for the other rod. “We can head back to the beach and dry off on that big flat rock soon, promise!” He didn’t want his dragon to miss out on the sunning he was promised he could do during their morning’s adventure. Besides, he was a bit too wet for a trip between or even a leisurely flight back to Katila to return the rods.
I have been told you are not hated, in case you were still concerned about it.
“Really?” Hope filled R’dal’s eyes as he glanced around for the green pair. He saw them resting on the beach and was relieved to see F’drel was safe and he knew Halomirth would continue to keep him that way. He started to raise his arm to wave at them but stopped and returned to holding the boat. “That’s good but he’s still better off without me. I almost killed him, Edath. And I brought up bad memories, I think.” R’dal knew he was kind of sheltered and his life had been rather charmed for the most part. But he did live through the landslide and it still hurt to linger on that night for too long. It was probably the same for F’drel but his entire life before being Searched hurt, not just one night with days of fall out.
He really wanted to go hug F’drel again and apologise properly!
Then get in the boat and we’ll do that. You found one rod, the other can stay where it is for now. Edath felt R’dal’s inner turmoil and knew the boy’s desire to be with his friend and wasn’t at all surprised that he shook his head and dove back under the water. He gave himself a task and would finish it before seeing to his own needs.
It took roughly ten minutes before R’dal finally surfaced with the other fishing rod and tossed it in the boat. He was exhausted from the swimming and a bit lightheaded from how much he was holding his breath but he was done with the task and proud. With Edath holding onto one side of the boat, R’dal managed to drag himself inside where he was somewhat sprawled on the bottom between the seats. There was a bit of water in the bottom but he was soaked to the bone already and barely noticed. Edath took up a position that let him push the boat and he made for the shore.
When the boat was beached, R’dal stayed where he was, peering over the edge to where F’drel sat with his dragon. Apparently he wasn’t hated but that didn’t make it any easier to approach him again. What if he said something dumb again? Resigned to his fate that he might end up hated anyway, R’dal finally crawled out of the boat and sloshed his way over to F’drel, stopping a good ten feet away from the pair. He didn’t want to intrude on their space again without knowing exactly where he stood with them.
“I’m sorry, F’drel. I only thought you were a lord because you’re handsome, sophisticated, and even when you seem annoyed by me, you still go along with it, oh and I feel safe with you.” Those were things lords were and did, right? At least, he thought so but he wasn’t sure now. They didn’t seem like nice people going by F’drel’s reaction. “I’m sorry I assumed things, which is weird for me to do. My dad is a Weyrleader and you wouldn’t think that with me being a silly bluerider with no station… or responsibilities. People are just people, you know? But my imagination filled in the blanks my curiosity created.”
He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, wringing out some water before the right words came to him for the offer he wanted to make. “I like you and would be sad to lose your friendship so if I promise that we don’t ever have to talk about the past, or talk much at all if you want, can we still be friends? You’re good at cuddles and a good nap buddy and it’s been fun making new memories with you. And I’m already talking too much.” R’dal quickly shut up, pursing his lips tight to show he was going to do his best to stay quiet for once.
R’dal surfaced with a gasp and a smile. “Got one!” He hefted the prized rod out of the water and dropped it into the boat before grabbing onto the edge for a moment of rest and to scan for the other rod. “We can head back to the beach and dry off on that big flat rock soon, promise!” He didn’t want his dragon to miss out on the sunning he was promised he could do during their morning’s adventure. Besides, he was a bit too wet for a trip between or even a leisurely flight back to Katila to return the rods.
I have been told you are not hated, in case you were still concerned about it.
“Really?” Hope filled R’dal’s eyes as he glanced around for the green pair. He saw them resting on the beach and was relieved to see F’drel was safe and he knew Halomirth would continue to keep him that way. He started to raise his arm to wave at them but stopped and returned to holding the boat. “That’s good but he’s still better off without me. I almost killed him, Edath. And I brought up bad memories, I think.” R’dal knew he was kind of sheltered and his life had been rather charmed for the most part. But he did live through the landslide and it still hurt to linger on that night for too long. It was probably the same for F’drel but his entire life before being Searched hurt, not just one night with days of fall out.
He really wanted to go hug F’drel again and apologise properly!
Then get in the boat and we’ll do that. You found one rod, the other can stay where it is for now. Edath felt R’dal’s inner turmoil and knew the boy’s desire to be with his friend and wasn’t at all surprised that he shook his head and dove back under the water. He gave himself a task and would finish it before seeing to his own needs.
It took roughly ten minutes before R’dal finally surfaced with the other fishing rod and tossed it in the boat. He was exhausted from the swimming and a bit lightheaded from how much he was holding his breath but he was done with the task and proud. With Edath holding onto one side of the boat, R’dal managed to drag himself inside where he was somewhat sprawled on the bottom between the seats. There was a bit of water in the bottom but he was soaked to the bone already and barely noticed. Edath took up a position that let him push the boat and he made for the shore.
When the boat was beached, R’dal stayed where he was, peering over the edge to where F’drel sat with his dragon. Apparently he wasn’t hated but that didn’t make it any easier to approach him again. What if he said something dumb again? Resigned to his fate that he might end up hated anyway, R’dal finally crawled out of the boat and sloshed his way over to F’drel, stopping a good ten feet away from the pair. He didn’t want to intrude on their space again without knowing exactly where he stood with them.
“I’m sorry, F’drel. I only thought you were a lord because you’re handsome, sophisticated, and even when you seem annoyed by me, you still go along with it, oh and I feel safe with you.” Those were things lords were and did, right? At least, he thought so but he wasn’t sure now. They didn’t seem like nice people going by F’drel’s reaction. “I’m sorry I assumed things, which is weird for me to do. My dad is a Weyrleader and you wouldn’t think that with me being a silly bluerider with no station… or responsibilities. People are just people, you know? But my imagination filled in the blanks my curiosity created.”
He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, wringing out some water before the right words came to him for the offer he wanted to make. “I like you and would be sad to lose your friendship so if I promise that we don’t ever have to talk about the past, or talk much at all if you want, can we still be friends? You’re good at cuddles and a good nap buddy and it’s been fun making new memories with you. And I’m already talking too much.” R’dal quickly shut up, pursing his lips tight to show he was going to do his best to stay quiet for once.
